The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

The big leader's eyes were full of regret and heartache, "In total, you have been in our Zhaoli Thirteenth Division for hundreds of years!"

"You watched me, the Thirteen Parts of Zhaoli, come from nothing."

"You have been through so many bosses."

The big leader sighed and shook his head, "... I thought that after so many years, you would let go of all your grudges and be willing to live a good life."

"How is that possible?" Qin Nian gritted his teeth, "I will never let go of this kind of hatred until I die."

Qin Nian clenched his fist so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand emerged, "Qian Yan is the person I love most in my life."

"A hundred years ago, the royal family of Xichu killed her. In order to prevent the true cause of her death from being revealed to the world, they didn't even leave her body intact. They were so good at killing the donkey, so cruel. ”

When Qin Nian said this, tears kept falling down. He also said: "I would rather be the one who is murdered and the one who has his ashes thrown away."

Hearing this, the big leader sitting at the top looked a little strange, and his eyes were a little evasive, but he lowered his head and just looked at the wine on the table instead of looking away. Naturally, no one noticed his strangeness.

Qin Nian sneered. He was not strong enough to drink, and he was not good at drinking. At this moment, he suddenly and impulsively picked up the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Soon, he was drunk, his face was red, his eyes were hazy, and he was hesitating and talking nonsense.

But he hesitated for a long time, and no one could understand what he said.

"me……"

In the end, Qin Nian fainted on the table in front of him after saying "I" several times.

"Ha!" Seeing Qin Nian fainted, the big leader suddenly changed his face. The friendly and respectful smile on his face disappeared instantly. He sneered a few times with disdain, as if he looked down on Qin Nian. He looks like he gets drunk as soon as he drinks.

After a while, he glanced at the entourage beside him again and said, "Send Mr. Qin back?"

"Be sure to place him properly." You have to do a good job on the surface.

"Yes, big boss."

Qin Nian was carried back to his residence by several people.

In the middle of the night, Qin Nian was asleep and suddenly woke up, but he was just awake, not drunk.

He got out of bed, without wearing any shoes, and stumbled forward. After walking for a long time, he came to a tomb, knelt down, and looked at the words on the tombstone for a long time, and then took a few steps forward. He lay on the grave behind the tombstone and fell asleep.

It was a dark and windy night, and at first glance, I couldn't really see him.

Jiujiu, Nan Yuanxiang, Feng Yunyi and others were very tired and hungry after spending a day searching for news. They were on their way back now.

As Feng Yunyi walked forward, she touched her flat belly and said, "I'm starving to death."

"I am so hungry that my eyesight is blurred and my eyesight is not good anymore."

"Don't let me see all the ghosts passing by later."

Feng Yunyi was born into wealth and had never suffered anything like this before, so she felt extremely hard!

But he is very good at enjoying hardships. He joked: "I wonder what a ghost looks like?"

"Hahaha."

Feng Yunyi said and laughed to herself.

After hearing the laughter, Nan Yuanxiang kicked Feng Yunyi's butt unceremoniously and said angrily: "How can you still laugh at this time? You have such a big heart."

Feng Yunyi stopped laughing immediately and walked forward honestly. However, as he walked, he tripped over something and fell to the ground. His hand also touched something cold.

He groped a few times curiously and touched a few toes.

He...touched people's feet.

"Ahhh...where did the feet come from?"

"I encountered a ghost, I encountered a ghost..."

"horrible."

"Scared to death."

After Feng Yunyi got up, she pulled Nan Yuanxiang and Jiujiu and ran forward.

As he moved forward, he said: "There is a ghost, there is a ghost, run away quickly."

Nan Yuanxiang was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her back felt faintly cold. She murmured in a low voice, "Where is the ghost? Where is the ghost?"

Jiujiu doesn't believe there are ghosts in the world.

After Feng Yunyi stopped, she turned around again and came to the place where Feng Yunyi had said there was a ghost and started looking.

She saw a grave, but nothing else.

There are no legs or anything.

To prevent misunderstanding, Jiujiu lit the fire fold and looked around carefully, but there was still nothing.

"Feng Yunyi, calm down." Jiujiu looked at Feng Yunyi and said seriously: "There is nothing, you just saw it wrong."

After hearing this, Nan Yuanxiang asked angrily: "Feng Yunyi, tell me, are you deliberately scaring me and Jiujiu? You bad guy, bad guy."

Feng Yunyi: "..."

He's not that bad!

It's not necessary in the middle of the night.

"Yuanxiang, do you think I'm acting like this on purpose?" He was so frightened that he almost cried.

On Jiujiu's side, she saw clearly the words engraved on the tombstone, and she said: "Little cousin, Feng Yunyi, please stop arguing and come and take a look? Whose tomb is this?"

"Whose is it?"

"Buried here, we definitely don't know him."

"That's not necessarily the case." Jiujiu said, "Take a closer look."

The two of them looked at it carefully, and they saw a large vertical line of characters written on the tombstone, 'Tomb of Saint Samegan'. There were two lines of small characters on the side, which said the year Saint Samegan was born and where she died. Year.

After reading it, Nan Yuanxiang said in confusion: "Why is there the tomb of Saint Sharyan here?"

"Shouldn't the tomb of Saint Sharyan be in Western Chu?"

Jiujiu agreed, "Yes, it should be in Western Chu." After a pause, "I also heard from the emperor's grandmother that the tomb of Saint Sharyan is in the center of the country with the best feng shui in Western Chu, and the body was buried before death. With special treatment, it can be preserved for thousands of years.”

"I have never heard of the fact that Saint Sameyan's body was not put into the tomb, but was still living in the Thirteenth Division of Zhaoli."

Qin Nian, who had already walked far away, suddenly heard Jiujiu's words. He was still drunk and did not pay attention to the details. He only paid attention to what Jiujiu said about the Shark-faced Saint.

He strongly disagreed.

He retorted disdainfully in his mind: "Saint Sameyan didn't even have a complete body when she died. It was all transformed by corpse powder. How can you get a body that has not decayed for thousands of years? How can you get a good tomb in the center of the country?"

"Hehehe."

"Xi Chu people are really good at lying!"

"Look, they've all tricked the Thirteenth Division of Zhaoli, and they've also tricked everyone here."

"Damn Xichu people."

"I hate the people of Xichu so much."

Qin Nian suddenly kicked something under his feet violently.

But there was grass under his feet and he couldn't kick hard enough. He came to the river full of stones. He was drunk and kicked up the stones under his feet with a deep kick and a shallow kick.

He fell down several times, and his feet were scratched by rocks, which kept bleeding, but he seemed to feel no pain. He got up and continued to vent his anger by kicking rocks and scolding the people of Xichu.